Thursday, March 27, 2008

Brought to you by the letter B

We drove down to visit with my parents over Easter weekend. For weeks, B kept asking me when we would be going to Grandma's house. I put a sticker on the date on the calendar so he could easily see how many days until we would be there, but apparently it wasn't soon enough. Some days he would insist that we go right now, complete with dressing to coat and boots. In the meantime I suggested that he call Grandma and Pappy on the phone. He spent the last few days before our trip chatting up my mom on the phone.



We left on Saturday for our visit. On the way, we stopped at the local Walmart to get a few snacks for the trip. At the checkout, the familiar blue and white handicap sign was posted at the side of the conveyor belt. B asked me what this meant. I told him that it meant that anyone in a wheelchair could use this lane because it was wider and they would be able to fit easier. B, in typical 3 year old fashion, looked at me and said, "No, it means sitting on the potty."

This kid cracks me up.

1 comment:

My name is Kim....... said...

Haw haw haw!!!! That is so funny! I can totally understand his point of view. I know everything in Ash's life right now is somehow connected to potty time.